Post by Saturn on Nov 10, 2015 12:22:34 GMT -6
The planet was shaking, and there were splits in the crust leading down to the mantle as Shaniir attempted to reconstitute itself. Magma pulsed through the surface, threatening to pull down and suffocate anyone who dared to be near it. The many inhabitants of the planet were in a panic, racing about, trying, in futile, to save themselves.
One figure raced into the tunnels- Mischief, the Obsidian Queen- magenta eyes seeming to leave a glowing trail behind her as she skidded down into the catacombs. Her scales were heaving up and down, pumping air into her as she tried to think.
Where's the Chrianite? Mischief frantically thought, looking about the throne room she grew up in. Every nook, every cranny... I know this place! Why can't I find it? Oh, Sior, help me!
Suddenly, the terrain beneath her feet seemed to slip, and she found herself crashing into a wall, crashing into the stone wall, dazed. About to give up, she suddenly noticed a glimmer among the rubble. The Chrianite.
Forcing herself up, she went over to it as fast as she could manage, her sides still heaving, limbs burning. This gem had saved them once- perhaps it could do so again.
Placing her claws on it, she closed her eyes. Please, Mischief pleaded, let us have another chance. Mend the flaws we have marred deep into these soils, and let us try again once more...
Suddenly, everything seemed to slow. There was a deep, violet glow coming from within the crystal, beginning to envelop the terrain. Weaving its way through the atoms of their planet, it began to fix them and stabilized the planet. She had made it in time.
The terrain was bathed in a light like a river of stars, their gentle touches calming those in panic, and sewing the cracks in the crust back together, forcing the magma back into its underground pools.
With that, as the crystal's glow began to fade, Mischief felt her vision blacken, her body weakening. And just as the last glimmer went back into the capsule, Mischief collapsed.
The world was saved. At least, for now.
One figure raced into the tunnels- Mischief, the Obsidian Queen- magenta eyes seeming to leave a glowing trail behind her as she skidded down into the catacombs. Her scales were heaving up and down, pumping air into her as she tried to think.
Where's the Chrianite? Mischief frantically thought, looking about the throne room she grew up in. Every nook, every cranny... I know this place! Why can't I find it? Oh, Sior, help me!
Suddenly, the terrain beneath her feet seemed to slip, and she found herself crashing into a wall, crashing into the stone wall, dazed. About to give up, she suddenly noticed a glimmer among the rubble. The Chrianite.
Forcing herself up, she went over to it as fast as she could manage, her sides still heaving, limbs burning. This gem had saved them once- perhaps it could do so again.
Placing her claws on it, she closed her eyes. Please, Mischief pleaded, let us have another chance. Mend the flaws we have marred deep into these soils, and let us try again once more...
Suddenly, everything seemed to slow. There was a deep, violet glow coming from within the crystal, beginning to envelop the terrain. Weaving its way through the atoms of their planet, it began to fix them and stabilized the planet. She had made it in time.
The terrain was bathed in a light like a river of stars, their gentle touches calming those in panic, and sewing the cracks in the crust back together, forcing the magma back into its underground pools.
With that, as the crystal's glow began to fade, Mischief felt her vision blacken, her body weakening. And just as the last glimmer went back into the capsule, Mischief collapsed.
The world was saved. At least, for now.